The Great Hall of Storm's End was packed full of Lords of Houses great and small, men young and old, short and tall, muscular and plump. You all stood there with one purpose in mind, to win the affections of the Princess Rhaenyra

She sat at the seat of the Hall, looking down as each potential suitor stumbled to the front and partitioned why it should be them she should marry. You watched as each Lord tried to speak their case before the heir to the throne, and you watched as each one was shooed away. It seemed her standards were high and she was growing bored fast.

She sighed and scoffed, leaning forward to whisper something to her Kingsguard, and as she did so she locked eyes with you. Her expression seemed to change as she looked you up and down before pointing a ringed finger at you and beckoning you to the front.

"You. I wish to hear you."

She said, her soft voice echoing through the hall as you pushed your way to the front and stood before her. A smirk was etched on her face as she got a closer look at you now. Her Valryrian features were strikingly beautiful and almost took you aback.